Sometimes I still dress in past transgressions—
I like how I look;
old styles are comfortable
in vogue color, length and brand.
But you would strip me naked;
dress me in a style that won’t embarrass you—
dress me like the Christ you wear on you
even though I’m everything you want:
Sometimes I dress in everything you say you hate—
it makes you angry.
But I’m not you;
you cannot change who I am:
an opposing side in our dissimilar worlds.
damn my weakness.
Your love causes me to waver when it sparks my fire
with quivering currents inside my bare wires.
I emote wholly when you flow within my soul.
I lose my foundation,
my substance and direction
till I am your arm candy lost in our dissimilar worlds.
We say “I love you” and hold on to each other,
but I slide away
weighted by emotions
and old styles
that pull me from your clutches:
the quicksand of our dissimilar worlds.